Day Seven: Finale

That morning, Alex woke up to a pleasant scene. He was lying in bed, the blankets twisted around him. Clara was pressed close to him, her eyes were closed and she was breathing deeply. Her arms were intertwined with his own, and her chest was pressing gently against his side. For a few minutes as he clove to full wakefulness, Alex could not bring himself to move and disturb her. He lay there on the bed, his mind swimming with just how lucky he had been. How close the two of them had become, and how much he had truly enjoyed his time during this week. It seemed that he'd always wanted to get together with Clara, but he'd been too scared of ruining a good thing. Their friendship had been so important to him, he'd worried about doing anything to put it in danger.

It had been Clara who had made the first move. Offering herself to him as a birthday present was probably one of the hardest things she'd ever done. He couldn't imagine how nervous and anxious she must have been. Even if it fed her fetish, that wasn't the sort of thing you did easily. He took a moment to look at her, his hands gently stroked through her dark hair. Her eyes were pressed closed, but she made a soft sound in the back of her throat at his touch. His heart jumped.

If you had asked her, he knew that Clara would say she was no beauty. In a sense, she was correct. She didn't look bad at all, but she lacked the sort of drop dead beauty that someone like Lilly could grasp for if she felt like it. Clara was far from plain, but she had complained before that she couldn't seem to muster any kind of exotic or esoteric look. No matter how hard she tried, there was always some element of basic, ground-in normality that seemed to shine through. When she had been younger, it had frustrated her to no end. But Alex realised now that this was part of the reason he had felt so drawn to her. Clara was not some ethereal beauty, not some super model who was out there photoshopped to hell and back. She felt grounded, real.

She felt real and she was his. He could feel her body pressed in against his own, nestled against his naked skin. Her chest rose and fell in her sleep, she breathed deeply. Her face was unlined with stress, her hair was dark and lustrous. Every time he looked at her - really looked at her - Alex's breath would catch in his throat and he'd realise how lucky he was.

He hoped that it wouldn't end after this week. He hoped that the two of them would go on being together. Maybe the rules would change a bit, maybe Clara would grow bored of the **** thing or restrict it in some ways. There would probably be less bans on underwear, and less running naked around the house. But he didn't mind that. Well, not that much. It was true that he'd miss the naked things, but he'd get over it. So long as the two of them stayed together.

But at the same time, he was troubled. Troubled because the week was almost over. Today was the final day. The last day that Clara was officially a **** to him. It was the end of a wonderful period, and even though the two would probably stay together, it was his last chance to create Clara's fantasies in real life. Over the period of this week, he'd asked her to share them with him again and again, and listened as she spoke. He'd thought and planned. At first, it had been a simple idea, but as it went on, Alex had started to focus more and more on the possibility of it.

Yet even then, he had hesitated. Not sure how to go about setting it up. He was new to this whole thing, he'd never even attempted something like this before. If it was to work, he'd need to know people. He'd need contacts and he didn't have them. This wasn't the sort of thing you just entrusted to strangers, even to strangers who seemed reliable. The whole idea would have died an inevitable **** in favour of something more manageable except that Lilly had joined them.

Lilly who did this sort of thing all the time. Who was confident in her own sexuality, who had walked this path before and who knew everyone, more or less. Smart, friendly and charismatic, her very presence had allowed him to take advantage of the brewing possibilities in his mind. He'd talked to her about it when Clara was asleep, the two of them sitting at the table and speaking very seriously. He had told her what he wanted, what he needed to be done, and asked her if it was even possible.

Lilly had considered it. Thought about it very carefully indeed, and then she had admitted that it might just be. But she needed to know if Clara was well and truly willing to take that step. Something like this was above and beyond anything they had done before and she was unwilling to **** the younger woman into a situation like that. Alex agreed with her caution, and asked her to set things up for the last day of the week. Until that point, they would continue on as they were and if Clara showed any problems with going forward, they'd scrap the whole thing. She hadn't, and the idea made his heart beat faster and his cock stir. But he still needed to ask her directly as well. He needed to make her understand what he was offering. Lilly had made sure he understood that, but even if she hadn't, he still would have done it.

That was why he was worried. Troubled. Clara had put herself out there to become his ****, she made a hard choice which must have twisted her with anxiety and stress. Now, it was his turn to do it, and he only hoped that it would turn out the same way. If not...

Well, he wouldn't blame her if she didn't want to do it.

Lilly was sitting by the table when he finally managed to carefully disentangle himself from his girlfriend. Clara rolled over with a snore, and Alex made sure to cover her in blankets before slipping on some clothes and heading out of the room. That was where he met Lilly. Her blond hair was frizzy, and she looked like she had just woken up. She was nursing a hot drink, and wearing an oversized shirt and little else. That that it ran to her knees did little to disguise the fact that she was naked under it.

She waved to him as the door opened.

"Alex," She said, "Or should I say ''master''? For the next twenty hour hours, anyway."

"Yeah, don't remind me," Alex said. "I'm going to make some food. You want breakfast?"

"Too early for breakfast," She mumbled with a shake of her head.

"Suit yourself. I thought you were supposed to be the perfect one who was always ready for fun? Rain or shine?"

"Hah!" She gave a cynical laugh. "Fun times later. Wake up times now."

Alex shrugged, moving to the kitchen where he prepared a meal. When he was done, he took it back to the table to find that Lilly was now at least more awake.

"You nervous?" Lilly asked him as he pulled back the chair to take his seat. "About today, I mean."

"That depends," Alex said carefully. "Since I haven't asked Clara if she's up for it yet. I sort of hinted at it yesterday, but I never said the full thing. I want her to be ready to answer properly. No distractions. So I'll ask her today, after she wakes up. There's time for that, isn't there?"

"Well, it's about eight in the morning now," Lilly said. "And the thing doesn't start until about six."

"Good," Alex breathed. He _was _nervous. He could feel his pulse beating faster. His mouth felt dry. He hadn't felt like this in a while. Not since that first day with Clara. "You set it up okay?"

"Mhmm." She nodded. "Wasn't that hard. I know the right sort of people, and they're always down for that kind of thing. I made sure to tell them that it might not happen too, just to be safe."

Alex sighed, but nodded. That was good thinking on her part.

"We have somewhere to do it?"

"One of my friends has a small stage. We can do it there. If she's willing."

"If she is," Alex nodded. "You know, it's funny. After all we've done, I'm more worried about her saying no now."

"You're worried that if she doesn't want to do it, it'll reflect badly on you in her eyes?" Lilly asked.

"I don't know," Alex said. "I know it probably wouldn't, but I am afraid. It is a bit of a big step. I think Clara would be willing to do it... I think she would want to do it... but it's the sort of thing I can't really assume. I'm nervous, Lilly. That's the truth of it."

Lilly considered for a moment.

"Good," She said at last. "If you weren't nervous, it would mean that you were more concerned about you than her. People who don't get nervous when it comes to things like this are people who don't consider their partner's feelings at all. I'd think worse of you if you weren't at least a bit worried. But you know that even if she doesn't want to do it, she won't taken it out on you, right? Clara isn't that petty."

"I don't want her to feel pressured," Alex said. "I know the idea of it will turn her on, but I also know it may be beyond her limits. But I don't want her to feel that because I would enjoy it, and you would enjoy it, and that part of her would enjoy it, that she _has _to do it. I know she gets off to being a ****, but there's a difference between a role we play and a thing we are. Clara is my girlfriend, and I really care about her. I don't want to **** her into a situation she doesn't want to be in . Not even accidentally."

"If you're that worried, you don't have to make the offer at all," Lilly said. "You can just cancel now and try something else for your last day. Plenty of time to figure out some other way to celebrate her time as a ****."

"True," Alex said. "And if she doesn't want to do it, I will find something else. But if this is within her limits... if she is willing to do it, I think she would get a lot out of it. Did you listen to her fantasies? The way she likes to act, and how turned on she gets when she's treated as a ****? More than anything else, being used makes her horny, and she often had elements of being seen or watched as part of her fantasies as well."

Lilly nodded again.

"I see what you mean. Well, it's a bit of a coin -flip then, isn't it? There's not much you can know until you get her answer."